Led with a leash by his basest needs,
Like a dog moving to his master's beat,
For the small treat awaiting him he refuses to be free,
For his lust is guiding him,
Deep into his inner sanctum,
To procure dark arts in secret,
A master ****** peeking through open windows,
At foreign women made of bits,
She engages in acts expected of lovers only,
Staring at him with eyes that love him,
Seeking for a synchronized catharsis,
He succumbs to his masters wishes
Sprawled out energy escaping him,
His mind degrading the women his seen,
Then he smells the breath of guilt,
Counting all the sons and daughters spilt
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Led with a leash by his basest needs,
Like a dog moving to his master's beat,
For the small treat awaiting him he refuses to be free,
For his lust is guiding him,
Deep into his inner sanctum,
To procure dark arts in secret,
A master ****** peeking through open windows,
At foreign women made of bits,
She engages in acts expected of lovers only,
Staring at him with eyes that love him,
Seeking for a synchronized catharsis,
He succumbs to his masters wishes
Sprawled out energy escaping him,
His mind degrading the women his seen,
Then he smells the breath of guilt,
Counting all the sons and daughters spilt
